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The KFC is empty; it’s past midnight, and Satoru and Suguru are the only people in the fast-food. There’s not a single soul around and Suguru may have made a comment about it were he not so tired.
He’s just finished another mission with Satoru, and he thinks for an instant Yaga gave them the worst first-grade to deal with out of pettiness. Once they had it cornered, this curse was done for in a few seconds. However, all its taunting put both of them on edge. Suguru can still hear its high-pitched screams even though they’d long left the place where they’d killed it. Noisy cursed are the worst.
Suguru sighs, feeling the deep exhaustion seep into his bones. He only wants to return to Jujutsu High and sleep until they’re sent on a next mission. However, Satoru insisted—more like bugged him till he gave in—on finding a place to eat as he was starving. He wouldn’t shut up about how he’d die of starvation if they didn’t eat. Luckily—for him or Satoru, he still doesn’t know—, they stumbled upon a KFC. Actually, Suguru has no doubts Satoru guided them here on purpose. If he could, he’d only eat there until the day he dies.
Suguru knew it was a lost fight the moment Satoru looked at him with puppy eyes. He is a weak man, and Satoru’s too hard to resist. So now, they find themselves at the fund, deciding what they will order and Suguru admits he starts feeling hungry too.
Satoru’s looking at the menu as if he doesn’t order the same thing every time. He looks so concentrated over something so unserious that it makes Suguru smiles softly. Only Satoru can pull that off and still makes him think fondly of him.
“Suguru, whaddaya want?”
Satoru takes his eyes off the menu, pulling his sunglasses down to look at him, as he runs a hand through his hair. Suguru tries to act like having Satoru’s attention doesn’t make his heart miss a beat, like he doesn’t find him breathtaking every second he’s in his presence, like he isn’t dying over Satoru’s whole presence. Satoru who’s expectantly waiting for an answer while Suguru thinks he’s forgotten how to breathe for a second.
“The…” He clears his throat to not make a fool of himself. “The same as always.”
Satoru doesn’t seem to pay any attention to his reaction and frowns instead. Suguru already knows what he’s about to say.
“What?” He sounds undignified. “But that’s so boring, Suguru.”
Satoru shakes his head like he has betrayed him in the worst way. Suguru doesn’t know whether he should laugh or despair, but he can’t help the smile forming on his lips. He can’t help finding Satoru so endearing in everything he says and does. Suguru knows that he’s made him soft, but he doesn’t mind it that much. Not when it’s for Satoru. He would give him the world if he wanted him to.
“Everything they sell here is with chicken.” He chuckles when he sees Satoru roll his eyes desperately. “And you always take the same thing, too.”
“That’s not–” He stops himself when he sees Suguru’s giving him an unimpressed look. Satoru always says the same thing every time; Suguru stopped believing him a long time ago. “Alright. Let’s take the same thing again, you tasteless person.”
Satoru orders their food even though he mutters under his breath about how Suguru lacks the balls to try something different for once. His slight smile totally betrays him as he glances from time to time at Suguru and gives him what he’d almost call an affectionate look.
Suguru never addresses those kind of looks, but it never fails to make him completely melt. He’s always surprised to be the one to receive Satoru’s affection, his tenderness. Suguru isn’t sure his best friend feels the same way as he does, but he embraces every little thing that Satoru offers him—even if they’re the most mundane things in the world. He keeps in his heart his cheeky smiles, those silly jokes that aren’t funny but makes him laugh nonetheless, the tender touches after a long mission. Sometimes, Suguru feels himself crumble over the overwhelming love he has for Satoru, but he thinks he’s never been so happy in his life. Satoru brightens his days and warms his heart like it’s the easiest thing to do. And maybe it is.
As Suguru fondly looks at his best friend, Satoru pays for their food, and they surprisingly wait in silence. His best friend normally always has something to say; he can never shut up no matter in what situation they find themselves. It’s almost admirable when it doesn’t put them in troubles—and it does very often rather than not; Suguru’s stopped counting how many times they got in trouble.
Satoru’s weirdly standing still, and Suguru wonders for a moment if the mission had exhausted him more than what he’d thought. He knows there are days when he gets easily overwhelmed because of his Six Eyes, but it doesn’t seem likely. When it happens, Satoru’s even more cheerful and loud. Maybe he’s just really hungry to the point he doesn’t have the strength to talk. Suguru wouldn’t be surprised; Satoru’s a mystery most of the time.
Before he can think more about Satoru’s silence, one of the employees calls for their order and gives them their food. Suguru can’t wait to eat.
“Let’s find a table, Suguru. My legs are killing me.”
Suguru nods. “Let me guess, you’ll take the one on the left, just there.”
Satoru groans. Touché, he thinks as his best friend glares at him. It isn’t his fault Satoru is so predictable.
“You know what?” Suguru knows but he doesn’t say anything; it always is fun to mess around with him. “We’ll take the one on the right, there.”
“Really?” Suguru asks innocently as Satoru squints at him. “If I remember well, you don’t like this table because it isn’t stable, and the chairs’ feet are uneven. Your food almost fell on the floor one time. And you, too.”
“No, it’s not this one.” Satoru turns around to look at the table like it has personally offended him. Suguru thinks only him could make such a scene for something as stupid as a table. He loves that silly side of Satoru.
Once he’s finished analysing whatever he was observing, he looks at Suguru and sighs. “Okay, let’s sit there then.” He says, completely defeated, like he has no other choice. Suguru will probably never understand why he likes that idiot so much.
“You know there are other tables, right?” He asks fondly as he looks at the empty sits all around them.
Satoru sits down at their usual table and rolls his eyes.
“Shut up.” He feigns annoyance but there’s no bite in his words. After all, they had the same conversation almost every time they come here. For some reason, Satoru likes to be dramatic even in the most random places. “And come here before the food gets cold.”
“Fine, fine.”
Suguru joins him and they start eating. He thinks that Satoru’s idea to eat before going back to Jujutsu High was the best idea he could have. It’s just perfect after a late and exhausting mission, and the food tastes exquisite, as always.
From his expression, Satoru seems to be enjoying his meal too. He barely takes the time to savour one bit of his fried chicken before he takes another, and Suguru wonders how the hell he’s not choking. It looks like Satoru has not eaten for days.
“Ah! It hits just right.” His best friend exclaims with his mouth half full.
“It won’t when you choke on a fry.”
Satoru huffs and shakes his head. He doesn’t reply back, too busy as he enjoys his meal. It’s definitely weird that his best friend’s barely talking, but Suguru doesn’t wander any further into the question. Satoru will probably complain on their way back. He often does, so Suguru thinks he should just enjoy the food and the radio music in the KFC.
They eat in silence and, sometimes, Suguru steals some glances at Satoru who seems to have the blast of his life. At that, he can’t help but smile at him. Satoru could always enjoy the littlest things.
They’re almost done with their meal when Satoru calls him out.
“Suguru?”
“Yeah?” He answers distractedly as he takes some of his last fries. They always put the exact good amount of salt; it’s delicious. Definitely one of the best fries he’s ever had.
“I like you.”
Suguru almost chokes on the fries he just put in his mouth. He blinks once, twice, looks at Satoru, then at the food in front of him, and back at Satoru. Wait, what? What, what, what? Did he hear right? Satoru what? Hold on, what?
“Like in a I want to kiss you so badly way.” Satoru adds, almost swallowing his words, like his first confession isn’t enough to leave Suguru speechless and in overload.
Satoru likes him. Satoru wants to kiss him—Satoru wants to kiss him and what the hell. Satoru’s looking at him with those beautiful eyes and a light blush is adorning his cheeks, and Suguru’s heart might succumb at any moment before such a sight. Actually, he thinks it already has. Satoru is so pretty and Suguru would’ve never expected to receive a confession, even less right now.
And now that he thinks about it, did Satoru just confess while they’re eating? In a KFC? Suguru doesn’t know if he should despair or not, but he finds it stupidly endearing. Satoru is such an idiot, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. God, it’s so ridiculous but he feels like he’s falling in love all over again.
“Satoru…” Suguru decides that he can’t contain himself from laughing.
“What’s so funny? I’m dead serious.”
Satoru never looks away from him and Suguru can tell that he’s indeed dead serious. It makes the whole scene even funnier—and charming; Suguru’s a puddle of adoration and love.
“Did you just confess in a KFC?” Satoru never fails to surprise him.
“Yeah?” He frowns, confused. Suguru can only think how beautiful he is. “Wait,” he pauses and even takes his glasses off, “out of everything, is it the only thing that caught your attention?”
Suguru wants to laugh again at Satoru’s indignation, but he doesn’t because Satoru just confessed to him, and it seems surreal. He sincerely doesn’t care where Satoru confesses his feelings—even though he will totally tease him about that in the future. Right now, Suguru’s so happy that their feelings are mutual to care about anything else. Satoru likes him.
“Satoru,” he exhales his name softly, a sweet fondness invading him, “we’re in a KFC.”
He wants to tease Satoru, but Suguru’s not even sure he’s capable of it. Satoru is too adorable for him. His heart will probably give up before he can do anything as to tease him.
“And? I don’t see the problem, Suguru.”
Satoru bits his lower lip, and Suguru suddenly gets the urge to kiss him. God, how he wants to kiss him. Satoru’s confession is completely awkward, sudden and random, but Suguru thinks he shouldn’t be so surprised. Satoru’s like that.
“Suguru, you’re making things awkward.” He rubs the back of his head. “Do you, like, have an answer?”
Suguru blinks.
“Satoru,” he says, his voice shaky; his heart is beating so fast, “let’s get out of here.”
“What?”
Suguru doesn’t wait for him. He gets up, takes his plate and Satoru’s—there was some fries left, but he doesn’t think he cares that much; his mind is filled with Satoru, Satoru likes him, he likes him, he likes him too. He almost works on auto-pilot and takes Satoru by the arm. They’re out of the fast-food in a matter of a minute and Suguru doesn’t lose any time to face Satoru who looks at him confusedly.
Suguru melts at the sight of Satoru. Even if it’s much darker than inside, he can still slightly see his eyes, the shine in them—maybe he can see a light blush, but he’s not sure. Suguru reaches his hand to touch Satoru’s cheek. He caresses it gently and he feels Satoru melt into his touch. So beautiful.
Suguru gets closer to him, attracted to Satoru’s whole being. His eyes flicker to Satoru’s lips, and he wants to kiss him so badly. He’s such a sight to behold, and he thinks back to the words Satoru said back then at the KFC, and maybe, maybe Suguru wants to give in his desire. He leans in and kisses Satoru. It’s chaste, short, barely a graze, but he feels like he won the world.
“Here’s your answer.” Suguru whispers softly and looks at Satoru, observes his beauty and takes it in. He’s ethereal. “I like you too, you idiot.”
“I’m not an idiot!”
Suguru laughs loudly. Satoru totally is, but he’s his idiot, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.